Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Faust,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.